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Post by Damian Wayne on Jul 14, 2016 18:21:40 GMT -5
 His mark was sitting outside the cafe drinking hot coffee. Damian Wayne was across the street, scowling at the reflection in the bakery window, as he solidified the man's schedule in his mind. The young assassin had been trailing this man for two days now after accepting the job. He could remember his father's early lessons on trailing perps filtered among the lessons he'd had as a child. Once he'd hunted down people like animals. Now he was apparently back to that. Wouldn't Mother be proud.
A person's schedule was easy to use against them. Damian tried not to stick to a schedule. It helped that most of his jobs were odd, one-time things that raked in enough money to afford the rent for his and Mar'i's hovel of an apartment. Whatever extra he'd been investing. He had to be careful not to tip off Mar'i to what his job was, or how much money he could make with a single mission. That would make her suspicious. He didn't want her to hate him as much as he hated himself.
It was a flash of red hair that caught his attention. Damian didn't have Dick's distraction problem. Normally he could glance at a passing redhead and go back to whatever he was doing. This time was different. He stared at Carrie as she passed him, his jaw slacking in confusion because she was the last person he expected to see in this universe. The last time he'd seen her he was ten years old, considerably shorter than her, and she was a college student tutoring him for side money. He was nine years older. She didn't look like she'd aged a day.
He wasn't supposed to, he had a job to do, but Damian found his feet following her without remembering to give them any permission. Unlike with his father he and Carrie hadn't had a falling out. They'd just sort of lost contact once the war started. It didn't help that his father, and his father's very recognizable last name, had been declared war criminals. He wondered, idly, what she thought of the whole thing. He'd been too caught up in the war then to really think about it.
Damian followed Carrie down the street, quietly, and at a distance. It was unlikely she'd even notice. She was an actress, not a detective. |
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Post by Carrie Kelley on Jul 14, 2016 19:51:44 GMT -5
notes here. words: 242 | Carrie was slowly getting used to the new world she found herself in. She got a job waiting tables at a family restaurant, and while it wasn't much, she was glad to have some income. Though she was working on getting a more career oriented job, acting perhaps? Hell, if it was on broadway she'd just be happy to be stage crew.
Well just getting off the lunch shift, Carrie left her neatly folded apron on the shelf before clocking out. She had errands to do before returning to the empty little apartment she called home. First she was going to get a couple more changes of clothes. Her co-workers were bound to notice she was wearing the same blouse a few days in a row.
So the redhead made her way down the street towards the closest mall. She didn't even notice the young man when she walked by him. He was just another face in the crowd. But when she stood at a traffic light waiting for the walk signal, the face showed up again. He was probably just headed the same direction, she told herself. A little further down the sidewalk she glanced back, trying to make it look casual.
Was he following her? Only one way to find out.
At the next intersection Carrie veered off from her original route and turned down another street. She kept her pace natural, hoping he wouldn't notice she caught onto him.
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jul 15, 2016 20:12:07 GMT -5
Damian followed her down the street watching carefully the way she moved. Something was off. He considered, for a moment, that it wasn't actually Carrie that he was following down the street. The little Wayne wondered if she'd even recognize him. He wasn't a child anymore, but a young man. Still growing, but technically an adult.
Any suspicions that this wasn't his old tutor were dispelled when she glanced back. He locked eyes with her. So much for being subtle. He picked up the pace so that he could catch up with her before he accidentally frightened her. |
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Post by Carrie Kelley on Jul 16, 2016 13:30:07 GMT -5
She is ready to take him out. words: 192 | Eye contact. That probably wasn't a great idea. She should've just casually skimmed, but no, she looked straight at him. He had to know she knew by now. And was he speeding up after her? Yes? Yup, he knew.
Carrie sighed and sped up to a light jog. If this had to get ugly, she didn't want anyone on the street noticing her mad butt kicking skills. She turned down an alley and stopped to wait for him. She looked up at a fire escape, tempted to just disappear to the rooftops. But it was daylight and she didn't have her costume, so bad idea. Turning to face the street again, she prepared a fierce look for the man. She was going to let him have it if he turned that corner after her.
"Okay Buster! What do you want?" She called out in a huffy tone. If he was chasing her to rob her, he was going to be disappointed. She had only forty dollars on her, and that was sitting right next to a small thing of pepper spray. Oh and was she prepared to use it!
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jul 18, 2016 20:28:03 GMT -5
She sped up into a jog. Damian rolled his eyes and easily matched pace, keeping her in his line of vision, even as she ducked into an alleyway. People noticed him running, but the young man didn't pay much attention to the suspicious glares as he followed Carrie silently down her chosen alley. He stopped, frowning, noticing that she was looking up for some reason. Then she turned to glare at him.
For someone with less training it might have been hard to refrain from laughing. He didn't look terribly impressed, but her acting had clearly gotten better. She hadn't looked half as intimidating ten years ago. Damian stopped abruptly and tried his best not to look threatening. Unfortunately, that was really all he knew how to do. He kept a respectful distance and studied her for a quiet moment.
"Ms. Kelley?" he asked, his voice too small. Then he remembered he wasn't ten anymore, and she wasn't his teacher. "Carrie?" the young man took a step forward confidently, searching for any sign or recognition in her gaze. "It's Damian. You were my tutor?" |
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Post by Carrie Kelley on Jul 23, 2016 15:12:46 GMT -5
She is ready to take him out. words: 148 | She narrowed her eyes at him, glad he was at least keeping distance. She was ready to kick him in his family jewels and spray right in his face. She was't going to put up with any harassment.
Her mouth opened into a surprised little O. No way. When he called out to her he actually used her name? She reached in her bag and gripped the spray. Just how long has he been following her? He was trying to convince her they knew each other. She shook her head. "I don't know how you know my name, but you have the wrong girl. I don't tutor, especially for creeps like you." She took a step back as he took one forward. She didn't really know anyone in this world, so how was it someone knew her?
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jul 25, 2016 18:13:49 GMT -5
Damian's shoulders tensed as she reached into her bag. It was unlikely she had a weapon that he couldn't deal with, but he'd been trained harshly enough that the warning bells going off in his skull were impossible to ignore. She shook her head and he frowned. At least he had really recognized her.
"You don't remember me," he said flatly, "Damian Wayne?" He stopped moving forward. "It was a long time ago," he admitted. "I've grown," the young man held up a hand at roughly waist level, indicating that he'd been a child at the time, before drawing it up to the top of his head in something of a salute. He squinted at the redhead and angled his hand down again to mark the difference in height between them. Damian was taller now! But there wasn't much fun gloating about that to someone who didn't remember him. |
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Post by Carrie Kelley on Jul 25, 2016 20:06:50 GMT -5
notes here. words: 176 | This guy had to be crazy. She really didn't know him, why wouldn't he just take a hint and leave? He was persistent, she'd give him that much. But she didn't want to put up with that now, she just wanted to get shopping and go home.
She was pretty much ready to stop listening to him, but the name Wayne came up. She raised her brow in surprise of the familiar name. But there were bound to be other people with that last name. It wasn't completely uncommon. "I don't know any Waynes called Damian, sorry." She didn't even know any Damians for that matter. She just didn't recognize this guy.
So far he hadn't tried to advance on her. If he wanted to do he could've already, but instead he kept his distance and tried to talk to her. Carrie kept her guard up, but she figured she could try to talk with him more, and hopefully figure out what was going on. "How about we start over and try to figure this out?"
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jul 28, 2016 19:36:26 GMT -5
Damian's brow furrowed as he lowered his voice and moved a few steps closer. "Did Bruce put you up to this?" he asked, his eyes leaving Carrie to dart around the alleyway as though his father might pop up from behind a trashcan like a cardboard cutout in a video game. A homeless man shuffled past, but it was too short to be Bruce. "You can drop the act. I'm not some little kid that falls for that kind of stuff anymore," he said, his upper lip curling back in something of a sneer.
"If he told you I'd hurt you he was wrong," the young man insisted, even if it was only partially true. He never meant to hurt the people he cared about. It just sort of...happened. "I'd never hurt you," he repeated, unsure which of them he was trying to make believe that. "You were the only one who cared enough to try to contact me when I-" died "-was sent away to boarding school." |
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Post by Carrie Kelley on Jul 31, 2016 20:17:37 GMT -5
notes here. words: 176 | She shook her head again. "After having been followed around by a creep, you think I'm joking? Can't you take a hint? I don't know you!" Be he mentioned Bruce. It was hard to imagine that they were thinking of the same person. Her Bruce was large and serious and stoic, he wouldn't have her pretend not to know someone, and hopefully he wouldn't send guys like Damian after her. He barely even trusted the Sons of Batman gang.
He was going on about how he wouldn't hurt her, but this had gone on far enough, and Carrie wanted to get answers and maybe never see this guy again. She held up her pepper spray with a serious look on her face. If he did one thing off, just one more thing, he'd feel it right in his eyes. "How do you know Bruce?"
Carrie was from another world, one where the name Bruce Wayne was famous. Here no one had heard of him. She wondered if he too was from another world, kind of like that Batman she met one night. The two of them didn't outright say Bruce, but it was clearly they were talking about him in the batmobile. He could be someone else from a similar world, and right now she wanted to know.
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Post by Damian Wayne on Aug 2, 2016 20:06:44 GMT -5
She was either really committed to this farce, or she didn't know him. Damian's brow wrinkled in confusion. Maybe she was like Mar'i, from a different part of the timeline, and this Carrie hadn't mentored him yet? He tried to piece together a way to explain it, but she pulled her weapon on him.
Damian studied the pepper spray, not looking terribly impressed, before glancing back at Carrie. His eyes, blue eyes that he inherited from Bruce, narrowed at her. "Bruce Wayne is my father," he informed her. His lips thinned into a line in dislike, but there was no use denying the ties. "I'm Damian Wayne. His only biological son," he added with a hint of pride. Because, really, that was so much better than being an adopted one.
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